Poetry

Saturday, 1 January 2022

Sell me a dream

 I dreamt we were all sellable

In the future when

sterility and lack of virility may reign

Then each can choose his characteristics


age, gender, sexual idenity

Like chicken in a supermarket

We pick each other out out of vainity

All this in memory to avoid the pain


We each will have a label at the back of our necks

Reading: country of origin, 

Constituents of heritage, age, nature other checks

50% human 50% android for example



We can choose our spouses, our children

Even our uncles and aunts

What about our parents?

Well in a time when men and women can't 

Or won't be able to make babies anymore

Alternatives can be imagined

Designer babies

We'll go into a human shop and just order one

Perhaps with a Gucci label



And since it was never our choice to get picked

either we must have a clause of free will

To choose not to go with our selector or not

But what if we ourselves are half robot

What then happens to our human free will?

Can we still choose?

Can a bionic human have free will?

Is it only in the mind

If I have a human mind then I am human right?



What if I am a human head on a robot body

Should I have the same rights as a full human?




Who knows, blow it.

Then there was a giant swimming pool 

Being filled with three or four different taps

To keep it warm for guests and that hotelier

Is skulking around and around it






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